What is it like being a Trans black man in a South Georgia women’s prison?
Well, it fucking sucks. Here’s why:
- I’m in prison… I’ve been incarcerated since the day I was attacked. The Georgia Stand Your Ground law should have protected me, but I’m from a racist backwoods town in south GA.
- No one gave a damn. I didn’t even meet my public defender until a year later, when they forced me to take a plea deal.
- There is no medical care for someone like me. No T, No transition therapy.
- The officers intentionally call all trans boys she/her/ Ms. birth name. They do not recognize any one as transgender, they call us studs and often verbally abuse us.:
- “This is a women’s prison. There are no male inmates her. You have a vagina, you bleed, you’re a woman.” Captain of Security.
- “You got raped because you needed to be reminded that your a woman.” Captain of Security.
- We are not allowed to have our hair cut short. There is a minimal length of 2 inches, however, most of us risk disciplinary action in order to keep the hair that makes us comfortable.
- I don’t have access to a binder. I have to wrap bind, which isn’t safe, but it makes me feel comfortable.
- I am harassed by the white officers for being black and having a white girlfriend.
- I am harassed by the black officers for being black and having a “snow-bunny”/ white girlfriend.
- I am harassed by black officers because I take classes and I speak proper English. : “you think you’re better than me…too good to be black just cause your in school?” YES, This woman actually said this to me. I guess it doesn’t take much to become a correctional officer in a Georgia state prison.
Everyday is a fight to be me. It’s not just a fight to be me, it’s a fight to be treated like a human being. In all honesty, the people here treat everyone badly, regardless of you color, age, gender identity, sexual preferences. We aren’t considered human beings, and we have no rights. There is no way for us to get help…no one that we can go to who will hear us. Of course inmates are allowed to file grievances, but security has even told us that they simply get “misplaced” or thrown out. Sometimes it feels like a hopeless cause, and for most of the people here it is, but not for me. I’m one of the lucky ones. I have a voice, and someone on the outside who loves me enough to share that voice. She will never stop sharing the stories of the people who are locked up here and she will never stop fighting for me. At the end of the day, it sucks here, but I am blessed enough to have the love of just one person who is willing to stand up for me. That is all I need to get me by.
~Words of Ky
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